Hey everyone! I know, it's been a long time since I've had a real journal entry, but you know, tis better late than never I suppose...hmm.
Anyhow. I'm in Oregon, visiting my grandparents. My younger brother who lives in Texas is going to be here on Saturday and the Thursday after that, we're going to go see The Dark Knight at the midnight showing. I'm so excited, I can barely contain myself. 
And, tomorrow, I'm going on a date with a guy I've known since first grade. I haven't seen him since freshman year. It's crazy how much he hasn't changed. 
He's still the same. 
He's still gangly. 
He's still unattractive. 
He's still a loser. 
And he's still in love with me. Yeah. 
It's...different. Yet, the same. Yep. I'm used to it.
We're going to go see Hellboy II: The Golden Army. And we might go to the Bella Union in Jacksonville for dinner. Idk. I hope so. I love Bella Union. It has wonderful food, and the atmosphere. Haha. I sound like my grandma. Fabulous; she's only 40 years older than me. Lol.
On the 18-19, my baby brother who lives in Utah and his dad and stepmom (both who I love to death), are coming up and are going to be here for awhile. That weekend (hopefully) we're going to the coast and we're going to have a gay ol' time at the beach. I'm excited. Wooh.
And then, two-three days later, my mumma is coming into town. I can't wait to see her. I haven't seen her in a year. Over a year. Jeezo I miss her.
Anyway, I've been in OR for just over a week and yesterday I got my senior pictures done by my uncle Joseppi (his name is actually Joseph, XD) at their photography studio in downtown Medford, Beyond Images Photography. They did my modeling pics in 2001 and they were wonderful. They usually do our family pics too and they've won best wedding photographers in Medford. They're amazing.

Anywho. Today. Ugh.
So, get this. I was playing dominoes with my family, having fun, enjoying a game that I usually hate. Everything was going fine, everyone was getting along just fine, when, all of a sudden, my gpa freaked out about my uncle and him not practicing what he preaches. My grandpa threw a tempertantrum and stormed out of the house, sitting on the steps and pouting like a five year old. I was so upset that he was ticked that I started crying.
I seriously hate it when he gets like this. It drives me crazy. The bad thing is, he doesn't throw these fits when it's just me and him. He throws them when other family members are around, especially my grandma.
The woman goes to work at a job she hates and comes home, wanting some peace and tranquility and all she gets is my grandpa being a baby about nearly everything. The guy doesn't work; he has arthritis, and he's retired Air Force. They're not able to make it with just his retirement from the military and his disability is not enough either. My poor grandma.
I really wish I could help. I wish I could do more. I wish I could give them all the money they need, but I don't have a job. I don't work. All I do is go to school.
I'm nearly 18 and I don't have my driver's liscence. I don't have a job, and my GPA is just below 3.0.
I blame it on my freshman year of high school.

Right. Well, that's my sob story for today.

BTW. Gorgeous Ville pic. Right about...now!!! (Click the link)

Chapitre Six

“Mom, you will never guess what happened to me two days ago,” I whispered into the phone as I cleaned my room.

“What happened to you two days ago?”

“Well, after I left your house, I came home and I went to bed. Little did I know that Ville Valo was in my bed and had been there for two hours before I got home.” I paused for effect and she gasped.

“No!” My mother said dutifully.

“Yeah! He was in my bed and I didn’t even know it!” I tossed a pair of jeans into my laundry hamper and flopped down on the bed. “I slept in the same bed as Ville Valo.” I sighed loudly and grinned.

“Don’t sound so pleased with yourself, Holly,” I heard my mother say. I grinned wider and laughed.

“Oh Mom. If you had seen the look on my face when I realized it was Ville in my bed…you would have shit your pants with laughter.” I said matter-of-factly. “Besides, if it was you and you were twenty years younger and Ville was in your bed, would you be all goody-goody about it or would you be telling the story to all your friends?”

She laughed as well. “I would be telling the story to all my friends,”

“Of course you would be, Mom. I’m just like you, so, there.” I smiled as someone knocked on my door. “Mom, I’ve got to go, someone’s come knocking,” I said in a British accent. “I’ll call you later,”

“All right, baby, bye-bye.”

Chapitre Cinq

I heard the door of my bedroom close and my eyes opened to slits, trying to see the intruder. I saw no one so snuggled back into the comfort of my bed and the arms that were wrapped around my waist. I closed my eyes again and prepared to drift back to sleep—

Arms? Around my waist?! I thought, eyes shooting open again. My breath came faster and my heart picked up speed as I realized there was someone else in the bed with me. Slowly—braced for a brawl—I rolled over, prepared to hit my bed-mate with my fist if it should come down to physical violence. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Ville’s face less than an inch from mine, his eyes closed and oh-so pleasantly-plump lips slightly parted in a deep sleep.

Oh my God. I mouthed the words silently, afraid to move, afraid to even breathe. I pressed a hand to my mouth and attempted to slip out from under the blankets and out of the bed. Hell, out of the room.

Ville prevented this maneuver by tightening his arms around me and pulling me closer to him, sighing. I arched backwards, trying to keep myself as far away from him as possible. Ville’s body mimicked my move in the same direction, bringing his face close to my chest and neck. I opened my mouth in a taciturn scream and arched back even farther, trying as hard as I could to get away from him.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit. I mouthed, mind racing. Ville’s arms tightened again and I gave a small squeak of protest. His eyes opened at this and he blinked lazily.

“Holly?” He asked in a groggy voice. “What are you doing in my bed?”

“Oh dear…” I said, face scrunching up in horror. “Oh dear, oh dear oh dear oh dear.” I said, giggling hysterically. “Well, you see…actually.” I let loose another giggle. “You’re in my bed.” I said the last sentence in a near-silent whisper and so high-pitched even I could barely hear and understand.

“What?” Ville asked, shaking his head once. He had yet to release me from his python-grip and I was trying my hardest not to breathe too much.

Chapitre Trois

I didn’t know what was happening to me. This entire day had been filled with little incidents that made me want to scream and forget my entire relationship with Bam.

After the disastrous-catastrophe in the kitchen with Ville and the rest of Bam’s dim-witted friends, I had retreated to my room to change into clothes that covered nearly every inch of my skin and proceeded in leaving Castle Bam, taking my black Mercedes with me.

At first I had no idea where I was going, but realized that the best place for me to be was at my mother’s.

I arrived fifteen minutes after leaving Bam’s. It usually took me five minutes but this time I had stopped at Wa-Wa to get myself a 44 ounce Styrofoam cup of Wild Cherry Pepsi and a king-sized Snickers bar. I slid the keys from the ignition and dropped them into my Chanel purse before plucking my soda and candy bar out of the cup holder at my elbow and climbing from the car.

I was hoping desperately that my mother was still awake as I climbed the driveway. It wasn’t exactly early in the evening beings as it was twelve-thirty at night.

I knocked once, rapping my knuckles on the doorframe in succession, tap-tap-tap. A moment passed and from inside I heard my mother’s muffled voice.

“Who’s at the door, Phil?” Followed by my father’s answer.

“I dunno Ape, let me look…” I waited and heard my father’s slow and heavy steps on the way to the door. I slurped soda into my mouth through the red straw and waited. The door swung inward and my father’s face peeked around the edge, eyes wide. “It’s Holly, Ape.”

Which title do you like best?

Chapitre Deux

I sped down the highway, making it to the airport just in time. I parked the Mercedes with a screeching of tires and shot out of the car, locking it on the run into the terminal to pick up Ville.

The flight from Philadelphia was just landing and I thanked God that I had made it on time. Bam would’ve killed me if I had been late to pick up his ‘boyfriend.’

I blew out a breath and brushed my sweeping bangs away from my eyes before tying my elbow length hair back into a low ponytail. I checked my diamond-encrusted watch once before sitting down in the uncomfortable foam chair behind me. I kicked up my feet and set them on the chair across from me, trying to make myself seem relaxed and confident.

In all actuality, I was all nerves. My hands were shaking violently and I was dying for a cigarette though I had quit four days before. My stomach was filled with fighting butterflies and my throat and mouth were dry as the Sahara.

The arriving flight was announced and I sat up, feet on the floor, waiting to spot Ville entering the terminal with his carry-on slung over his shoulder.

It wasn’t that I had feelings for Ville or anything, but when he was around, I was always nervous and I never seemed to say the right thing. And when the day was over, I was even more of a fool than I had been that morning.

“Holly!” I heard someone shout my name and I searched the mass of people to find the face that I recognized. The face wasn’t Ville’s, but my ex-boyfriend Drew’s.

Oh God. Was all I could think before manners overtook common sense and I started forward, arms outstretched to the six-foot-five tennis player with the blonde hair and brown eyes.

“Drew!” I hugged him briefly, wanting nothing more than to find Ville and skee-daddle back to Castle Bam. “What are you doing here?”

“Visiting Mom and Dad for their anniversary,” he shrugged, shifting his carry-on as he did. “It’s their fortieth,”

“Oh to be sure,” I smiled, giggling nervously, still searching for Ville.

He said something and I looked back to him, eyes wide.

“Sorry?” I had missed the question.

“What are you doing here?” He repeated.

“Oh, uh, picking up a friend. He’s just flown in.” At that moment someone else called my name. I turned and rolled my eyes secretly. This face wasn’t Ville’s either, but Bam’s friend Raab’s.

“Man, it’s good to see you!” Raab caught me in a bear hug and kissed me soundly before pulling away. “Who’s this?” He asked, eyeing Drew carefully.

“I’m Drew Marcetti,” Drew said, extending his hand. “I sat behind Holly in every class all through junior high and high school.”

“Oh yeah! The one Bam punched in the face for touching Holly in promiscuous ways, as he put it.” Raab nodded and I blushed, closing my eyes in embarrassment. “I remember you now.”

“Yes, well, now that we all remember each other, I’m going to be going.” Drew said, smiling at me briefly. “Holly,”

“Bye Drew,” I waved half-heartedly as he walked away and turned to glare at Raab. “You are an embarrassment to all mankind.” I said before marching away from him.

“What’d I say, Holly?” He asked, perplexed.

“You thick-headed fool!” I was about to slam my balled fist into Raab’s face when I heard a deep voice speak from behind me.

“Now, now Holly. Don’t be hitting Raabie.” I turned slowly, fist still raised, and stared as Ville Valo strolled towards me, black bag slung carelessly over his shoulder. “Hello sweetheart,”

“Don’t call me that.” I snapped, lowering my fist to my side. “I’m not your sweetheart,” I left Raab and Ville staring after me and strode away from them, luggage carousel one my destination.

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Chapitre Un

It was eight o’clock on a sunny Saturday morning in West Chester, Pennsylvania. I was lounging on my mother’s couch, gorging myself on a pint of ice cream.

I was a single twenty-one-year-old woman who lived with her near-thirty-year-old brother and his wife since my apartment was too expensive for me to maintain on my own. My fiancé Jack Disney had died of heart-failure four months earlier. We hadn’t really been getting along towards the end, and I wasn’t as sad as everyone thought I should be.

My brother was glad to see Jack gone since he had been the one to knock me up. Jack and I were only engaged because I was pregnant; I had lost the baby a week after Jack’s death.

My name was Holly Blair Margera and I was related to the most annoying git to ever inhabit the earth.

Bam Margera, famous skateboarder and ‘Jackass’ of MTV fame.

At the moment, Bam was poking me in the stomach with a dead squid, trying to get a rise out of me.

“I swear to God Bam, if you touch me with that one more time, I will kill you.” I pointed my spoon at my older brother and narrowed my eyes. “Mom won’t be able to stop me this time.”

“Mm-hm. That’s what you said last time you tried to kill me.” Bam said smirking at me. The squid-on-a-stick moved ever-closer to my face.

“Bam, I am serious!” I sat up, nearly dropping my pint of Ben and Jerry’s on the ground. “Do not touch me with that!”

“Oh you hear that? Holly is serious.” Bam laughed as his friends joined in on the game.

“Bam, I’m sick of telling you. Don’t even.” The squid-on-a-stick came into contact with my bare arm and I jumped off the couch, scaring Bam enough to have him falling backwards off the table he was sitting on. “I told you!” I dove at him, Ben and Jerry forgotten in the tussle, and rammed my balled fist into his nose.

“Ape! Ape!” Bam wailed, trying to block my punches. “Ape! Holly’s beating me up!”

“You’re admitting something like that?” I heard my father’s voice from the top of the stairs and I gave my brother one last short-armed punch to the chest before climbing off him.

“Hello Daddy.” I waved genially to my father before bending to pick up the pint of Cherry’s Garcia off the ground and begin the hunt for the spoon that was MIA. “Where’s Mom at?”

“Oh she had to go to the store to pick some things up for the party tonight that Bam’s throwing.” My father waddled down the stairs, sighing when he reached the last step and the kitchen. “Is there anything to eat in here?” He asked as he opened the fridge door.

“Probably not, Holly’s been eating all of it.” Bam said, rolling his eyes. “She’s like a human garbage disposal lately.”

“Shut up, Bam. Just because I eat all the stuff you like…” I found the spoon hiding under the couch and I shouted a triumphant ‘a-ha!’ before sitting down to continue eating my ice cream.

“Yes, like the pint of ice cream I bought for Missy.”

“Then why was it at Mom’s, you wanker?” I asked through a mouthful of cherry-flavored-goodness.

“Well, uhh…” Bam turned and looked to Dico for help. Dico shrugged and turned away to head upstairs. “Because, that’s where I left it.”

“Oh yes, what a wonderful excuse.” I murmured, peering in the fridge while standing next to my dad. “Hmm…for once, Bambi’s right, there’s nothing to eat in here.” I pushed the door closed and tossed the empty pint of ice cream into the garbage can before heading to the phone. “Pizza anyone?”

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